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The celebratory feast for Jacaerys Velaryon’s ten and sixth name day commenced, as his mother Princess Rhaenyra decided to keep the event a rather modest affair, with the intention of spending quality time with her family and ignoring the looming shadow, that was the rest of her family who resided back in Kings Landing. It had been approximately five years, since Rhaenyra took her small family out of the Red Keep and settled into calling Dragonstone home.
In the beginning, Jacaerys was excited to move into a new place, as he was still fuming at Aemond’s obsession to claim a dragon and selfishly acted on his desires, resulting in a heated quarrel between him and his uncle, along with his younger brother Lucerys. This resulted in further severing the relationship of his family with his uncle’s, when Lucerys slashed his eye to protect him. However, his short-lived happiness to be rid of his uncle soon manifested into a sense of longing. His homesickness did nothing to stop the deep ache of loneliness that he felt, whenever he thought about his family back at the Red Keep. He even actually started to miss his uncle Aegon, as he often wondered what his uncle was doing and whether if he felt the same loneliness. He missed their childish pranks, their little fights during the day that would end in laughter by nightfall.
He was always closer to Aegon than Aemond, as he constantly wanted to spend time with him and as they grew older, his admiration for him only grew deeper. He would often help Jacaerys with his History studies and whenever he was curious about something, he could always rely on Aegon to listen to his ramblings. He remembered when he first introduced him to his mount Sunfyre, a gorgeous golden dragon with a pinkish membrane for its wings, that he held a close bond with. Hoping to develop a strong bond with his own dragon Vermax, he had often asked Aegon for advice and when they were required to train in the courtyard, his uncle would secretly praise him whenever their trainer Ser Criston Cole wasn’t looking.
Their close relationship changed when Jacaerys sensed that Aegon started to avoid spending time with him, when he had turned ten and three. From what little interactions he had with his uncle, he always appeared uninterested in their lessons, often yawning or making crude jokes that Jacaerys was still too young to understand at the time. He noted that his uncle became lazier, as he preferred to apparently indulge himself in activities that satisfied his personal desires. It was no secret that Aegon’s eyes followed every maiden that passed by and Jacaerys quickly became frustrated when his uncle would come up with lame excuses, only to follow the maid, thinking Jacaerys wasn’t aware of his many exploits. After all, his step father Daemon, often referred to him as a whoremonger, when word spread of his nightly visits to the brothels.
He heard the whisperings of his uncle’s troublesome activities that he started to engage in, that he assumed were just baseless rumors, till he had come face to face with a drunk Aegon, as he was returning to his quarters. He was rather amused by his uncle’s drunken state, as he rambled on about girls, until he started to strip out of his clothes, while complaining about how itchy the fabric felt on his skin. Jacaerys was left speechless, as his gaze drifted to Aegon’s manhood with intrigue, as he stood naked, as the day he was born, in the silent hallway. Before he could say anything, Ser Criston Cole strutted down the corridor and covered Aegon’s body with a cloak, before quickly whisking him away, while reprimanding him with threats to inform his mother of his indecent behavior.
Even though he considered his aunt to be strange, he did miss Helaena’s gentle presence, as she often treated him like a younger brother and would use kind words, whenever Aemond tauntingly referred to him and his brother as Strong boys. His feelings toward Aemond, dare he even say it, also started to change. During the incident, the night he had snuck away and bonded with Vhagar after Lady Laena’s funeral, Jace’s anger burned within till he allowed it to consume him. In the end, he realized he became no better than his mother’s stepmother, whom he once overheard whispering her vitriol about his mother, with the Kingsguard Ser Criston Cole. Looking back, he realized that Aemond had every right to claim Vhagar, as he possessed the blood of old Valyria and that maybe this whole thing could’ve been avoided if he didn’t pick on him as much, seeing as he developed a thirst to prove himself. But alas, they were all children and if he could change the events of the past, he would do it in a heartbeat.
As a child he could sense a certain unrest between his mother, the heir to the Iron Throne and the Queen consort. Once he learned to better observe his surroundings, he started to notice how the Queen often gazed upon him with a certain coldness and would also glance at his younger brother in disdain, when she thinks no one is watching. That was something he did not miss. The feeling of watchful eyes on him, as he walked past, while people whispered about the rumors regarding his true parentage.
When he had confronted his mother about this matter, the day Ser Harwin Strong left for Harrenhal, she didn’t outright confirm nor deny it. He couldn’t deny the fact when he watched his mother’s eyes filled with sadness, watching Ser Harwin depart. He knew she secretly held some sort of affection for the former Lord Commander, but he didn’t think that she would resort to committing treason, knowing that people would gossip and how easily it could spread, like a deadly plague. Potentially weakening her claim further, as the realms would rejoice and support Aegon’s claim to the throne, over a bastard. At first her response bothered him, but he knew he was a Targaryen, otherwise his hatchling would’ve remained frozen and despite the unfounded rumors, he held his father’s name Velaryon since birth.
“Jace, are you alright?” Rhaenrya’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, as he reminisced about his past, while thinking about his now estranged family, whom he hadn’t thought about in years. He wondered why these thoughts stirred within, when he glanced down at the table filled with lavish dishes, freshly plucked fruits, the smell of grilled game meat invaded his nostrils, as he was reminded of his surroundings and that he was currently feasting to celebrate his name day. So that was the reason that triggered those thoughts. He was remembering about his past name days and how the celebrations were once a whole family affair. He had fondly recalled on his seventh name day, when his uncle Aegon snuck into the kitchens and brought him a slice of lemon cake, that they ended up sharing underneath the Godswood tree.
“He’s doing it again,” Lucerys noted, as Rhaena and Baela giggled, watching their cousin’s dazed expression shift back into focus, as he awkwardly made eye contact with his family.
“Yes mother,” Jacaerys belatedly replied, as Rhaenyra scrutinized his demeanor, with her motherly instincts telling her something was wrong with her son.
“Are you sure, you seemed far away,” Rhaenyra added, hoping he would feel comfortable to open up to her, despite the continuous chuckles from the twins.
“I was just thinking about my friends back in Kings Landing,” Jacaerys muttered, as he failed to mention that he also missed his uncle Aegon, but to him he was considered a friend, so from his point of view he wasn’t lying. The room descended into silence, as the twins processed Jacaerys’ honest admission and solemnly started to poke at their food, losing interest in their appetite, at the reminder of their own losses.
“I know you miss them,” Rhaenyra sympathized, as she was reminded of the impact of her decision to leave Kings Landing, left on her children. She shared a worried glance with Daemon, who sat at the opposite end of the dining table, as he cautiously stared at Jacaerys’ lack of attention to the joyous occasion. Knowing his parents were trying to read his mood, he remembered his secret arrangement to fly back to Kings Landing on Vermax, to meet up with his friends. His friends were two squire boys named Maxar and Ryden, who were a couple of years older than him, as both of their fathers were noble knights dedicated to serving the crown. They occasionally communicated by sending letters using ravens, throughout the years, since he moved to Dragonstone and finally, with Vermax being big enough to fly on, he could finally visit them.
“Actually, I was wondering if I could have my first sip of wine,” Jacaerys cheekily grinned, quickly shifting the conversation away from the serious topic, as he didn’t want his siblings to suffer, seeing as he had been the one to bring the festive mood down.
“Jacaerys Velaryon, you’re barely a man grown,” Rhaenyra dismissed in denial, as she expressed her disagreement to the idea, recalling her own bad mistakes that resulted from a secretive night of drinking. Jacaerys knew he lost on the argument, as she referred to him using his full name, but his irritation spurred his unwillingness to back down. He was tired of being stuck within the same walls. Being his mother’s eldest son, he once heard Daemon mention to her in passing, that he had inherited the dragon’s stubbornness from her.
“Uncle Aegon started drinking when he was but ten and three,” Jacaerys argued, lifting his head up in defiance, as his mother’s eyes widened in surprise at the mention of her half-brother’s name.
“You’re not Aegon, Jace,” Rhaenyra reasoned, as the once light and happy atmosphere around the table, grew tense at the mention of Aegon’s name. Everyone else could only watch with bated breath, as Jacaerys openly challenged his mother, while glaring with his jaw tense in frustration. All he wanted was his freedom and to live his life, before he had to be shackled to fulfill his duties, once he was crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms.
“I know. Well, then can I go take Vermax out for a flight,” Jacaerys requested, as he felt the urge to storm away and leave the confinements of his home, that has become his prison.
“Seven hells Jace, you know how I feel about you flying out in the dead of night,” Rhaenyra sighed, once again addressing the topic they had discussed many times beforehand. Daemon tilted his head in contemplation, wondering what Jacaerys’ true intentions were, as he noticed the fire burning in his eyes, turning his brown orbs into pits of smoldering coal.
“That’s not the real reason now, is it. Come on, spit it out,” Daemon interjected, as he placed his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together. His daughter’s heads turned from their father to Jacaerys, as they eagerly waited for his response and Lucerys placed his cutlery down, giving the discussion his full attention, wanting to know what his brother was hiding.
“I was just going to visit my friends to celebrate my name day. They’re waiting for me,” Jacaerys revealed, as he held his mother’s gaze, fighting against the urge to avoid her lilac eyes.
“Jace…” Rhaenyra called out in a motherly tone, as Daemon swiftly stood up from his chair, noticing the down casted expression on Jacaerys’ face, while he anticipated his mother’s lecture.
“Rhaenyra, could I have a word with you,” Daemon strides over to enter the drawing room, with Rhaenyra following closely behind, before shutting the door. Jacaerys’ heart raced as his hands sweated in nervousness, waiting for his mother to appear and deliver the bad news. He knew the risk of proposing such a request, but he couldn’t help but feel trapped within his own home.
“Jace, you know mother isn’t going to let you out, especially at night,” Rhaena chimed in, as Jacaerys scoffed in annoyance.
“She never lets us do what we want. I bet she did all kinds of things while she was younger,” Jacaerys stated, while his brother chuckled at his slight pout. A few minutes later, Rhaenyra entered the dining room followed by Daemon, as she walked over to Jacaerys and crouched down to meet his eyes. He furrowed his brow, expecting her to place her hand on his shoulder to comfort him, before crushing his wishes away, by sternly informing him he wouldn’t be going. Instead, he was shocked to hear the next words, slip past her thin lips.
“One night. As long as you stay with your friends and keep out of trouble.,” Rhaenyra relented, as she watched her son’s eyes sparkle in excitement. He leaped out of the chair, as his mother stretched to her full height, before he quickly wrapped his mother in a tight embrace, as his smile stretched across his face, revealing his teeth.
“Thank you, mother,” Jacaerys blurted out, as she lovingly patted the back of his head, when he pulled away.
“Don’t thank me. Thank Daemon, he made a strong case that no prince should be brooding on their name day. Go on. Don’t keep your friends waiting, but be careful out there,” Rhaenyra added, as Jacaerys whipped his head around and sprinted over, tackling his stepfather into a hug, before heading to Lucerys and pulling him into a hug too.
“Can I go with him?” Lucerys eagerly asked, as Daemon chuckled in response and Jacaerys approached his cousins, embracing them in a warm hug.
“Luke, it’s time for bed,” Rhaenyra dismissed him, as Jacaerys approached his brother to teasingly ruffle his brown curly hair.
“Don’t wait up for me, Luke,” Jacaerys cheerfully shouted over his shoulder, as he ran towards the door and hurriedly left the room, headed for his chambers to change into his dragonrider outfit.
When he made his way to the Dragonmont where their dragons resided in, he was hit with the sudden realization that this would be his first time flying in pitch darkness, as the latest he had trained was around dusk, just before the lightness faded into the night. When he approached Vermax, he spoke in High Valyrian, as the words rolled off his tongue to reassure the startled dragon, before informing his mount that they were going on a flight. He climbed up and settled himself into his saddle, as he held onto the reins and commanded Vermax to take off.
The wind rippled through his hair, as Jacaerys grinned in excitement. Whenever he would get stressed, he would often seek Vermax out and take flight with his beloved dragon, allowing him to forget his inner conflict. Sometimes with his mother’s permission and others he snuck away, without her knowledge till a servant informed her and she would punish him by increasing the hours for his studies. By now, he’s got the Targaryen family tree ingrained within, he could recall their mounts by name and even his High Valyrian had vastly improved.
He landed outside of the Dragonpit, as the dragon keeper rushed over in shock of his appearance. Jacaerys informed the keeper that he would only be staying for one night and directed him to look after Vermax, while he was away. He also added not to inform his family back at the Red Keep that he had returned, as he didn’t want to stir up any more trouble with his short visit. The dragon keeper took some convincing, till Vermax threateningly bared its teeth at him. Jacaerys fondly stroked Vermax’s hard scales and spoke in High Valyrian to calm the wild beast, before setting off into the night, heading towards their designated meeting place.
He managed to spot the two boys, as they both had grown taller, indicating how much time had passed since he last saw them. When he approached them, they were stunned to see his presence, as they assumed he got caught trying to sneak out and they voiced their concerns, stating they were about to head off in the next five minutes, if he hadn’t showed up. Jacaerys apologized for his tardiness and quickly explained that he had to eat dinner with the family, before his mother allowed him to go. After their brief chat the two boys eagerly steered him down the uneven path, as they intended to take him somewhere, unbeknownst to Jacaerys, as they claimed their destination was a surprise. He had assumed they would just spend time at one of their homes, when the trio ended up in a small tavern, as the pair paid for Jacaerys’ first cup of wine. Initially, he was against the idea but the two persuaded him with reasonable arguments of him living his life and to forget the burdens of the crown for one night. So, he ignored the nagging thoughts stating it wasn’t a good idea and instead placed the cup against his lips. The gold liquid warmed his stomach, as he took his first sip. A mixture of sweet and tangy berries coated his mouth, as he smiled at the taste and his friends cheered, happy he liked their choice of wine, as they toasted in celebration of his name day.
They chatted about their lives since he had left and by the time he finished his first cup of wine, he was once again steered out of the tavern and taken into an unfamiliar street. His senses were buzzing, as he slightly stumbled along the narrow path and he giggled at the light weighted feeling, realizing why his uncle often turned to the brew. As they continued walking, he confusedly glanced around, wondering where they were headed, until he closely examined what the common people were doing out in the open. He spotted a half-naked woman, as a man’s mouth latched onto her breast and she moaned in pleasure. Jacaerys blushed at the intimate sight, he had read in books the process of coupling, but he never saw the act in the flesh.
“Where are we?” Jacaerys muttered, as certain unsavory looking people stared at them in suspicion, while the trio passed by.
“Welcome my friend, to the Street of Silk,” Maxar gleefully announced, as Jacaerys’ eyes widened at the realization. He was walking amongst every sin imaginable known to God and he gulped, as the floaty sensation from the gold wine abruptly disappeared.
“What, I–I can’t be here, my mother–,” Jacaerys panickily blurted, before Maxar cut him off.
“Is not here. Honestly, Jace just relax, besides what’s wrong with having a little bit of fun,” his friend shrugged off his concerns, as they approached what appeared to be a brothel.
They entered the building and Jacaerys choked on his own saliva at the display of so much skin. Women and men were mostly naked, as they engaged in explicit acts of desire and he sheepishly glanced around with intrigue, as he observed a man having his manhood swallowed by delicate pink lips. Jacaerys quickly grabbed Ryden’s arm, before he could disappear further into the building.
“Where are you going?” Jacaerys asked, as he stepped to the side to allow a female prostitute to pass by.
“Getting my money’s worth. You don’t have be afraid, it’s normal to seek out the pleasures of the flesh. Besides, you don’t even have to do anything, you could only just watch,” he winked at Jacaerys, before disappearing into another room. He whipped his head around looking for Maxar, only to discover he was already engaging with a blonde woman, his hand gripping her naked ass, as the two battled each other with their tongues. His eyes widened at the sight, before he felt delicate fingers stroking his shoulder, as a young brunette gave him a suggestive wink, before walking past, swaying her hips that was thankfully still clothed with her rather revealing garment, that exposed her breasts.
Meanwhile, in a far corner of the room, a young man placed his goblet to his lips, as he gulped down the rich red liquid. His gaze locked onto the newcomers, while he examined the group of young men. His eyes zeroed in on the youngest looking one, as he clearly stood out between the two taller boys. He felt a vague sense of familiarity, as his eyes travelled along the boy’s smaller frame. But also at the same time, the boy had unremarkable features, as his brown bangs was long enough to slightly cover his eyes, something that seemed to annoy him, as he brushed the locks and tucked them behind his ear. The dim lighting did nothing to help, as he stared at the nervous boy, now left all alone, like a sheep brought into the dragon’s den. He glanced down at his empty goblet, before a naked prostitute carrying a pitcher approached him and refilled his drink. He admired the soft mounds of her breasts, as his hand smacked her ass, when she turned around to go serve another guest.
Jacaerys swallowed, as he awkwardly stood off to the side and watched the display of scandalous acts wherever he looked. His eyes quickly flicked away in embarrassment, from a bald man spilling his seed all over a woman’s face, when he notices the figure in the corner. The flickering candlelight illuminated the silvery long locks, as the person tipped back his goblet, before licking his lips in satisfaction. Jacaerys’ heart thudded against his chest, as he immediately put a name to the familiar face, even though he hadn’t seen his uncle in years.
He wondered how he would react to his unexpected presence. Did he miss his company or was he too busy drinking wine and bedding whores to give him a moment’s thought. Clearly, he still hadn’t grown out of these activities and as he watched him, once again gulp another sip of wine down, he wondered if he’s unsavory habits had only worsened. Their last meeting wasn’t a joyous affair, but he wondered how much his uncle had changed. Would he be happy and greet his dear nephew, reverting back to their playful banter. Or would he drag him back to the Red Keep and present him to his mother on a silver platter, to fulfill a right from wrong, when the Queen demanded an eye for eye that fateful night at High Tide.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, he made his way through the sea of bodies, before stopping in front of his estranged uncle. His eyes swept over the smooth pale skin, noticing the outlines of lean muscles formed from years of sword training. His silver locks a wild tangly mess, spilled across his shoulders, just as he remembered in his childhood. He was glad that his uncle at least still had his trousers on, seeing as they were in a brothel, where the dress code was nonexistent and people walked around without a shame in revealing their most intimate areas.
“Sorry boy, I’m not a prostitute,” his uncle slurred, as he placed his goblet down on the small table, off to the side of him. Jacaerys giggled, as the sense of familiarity being in his uncle’s presence, eased his anxiety of being in the unfamiliar environment.
“Don’t you recognize me?” Jacaerys curiously asked. He watched his uncle’s face scrunch in confusion, as he tried to recall who he was, although the task was proving difficult, considering the many goblets of wine he practically inhaled throughout the night.
“Am I supposed to? You might have me confused with my brother Aemond, he always manages to piss off someone new every day,” Aegon replied, hoping the boy would leave him to his regular night of drinking, now that the misunderstanding was cleared up.
“Some things haven’t changed then; Aemond was always troublesome. And here I thought you’d be happy to see me, jorrāelagon kēpus (dear uncle),” Jacaerys responded in amusement, watching the look of realization flash across his pale face, as his uncle processed his words. He studied his features more closely, as he noticed Jacaerys’ dragonrider leathers and quickly sobered up, when he listened to the familiar sound of his nephew’s giggles erupt.
“Skoros se qogralbar issi ao doing kesīr? (What the fuck are you doing here?),” Aegon spat in disbelief, growing agitated at the sight of the boy, who was one of the reasons his mother and grandsire berated him in his youth. Jacaerys’ grin vanished, as he stared into lilac eyes that coldly regarded him, a stark contrast to the sparkle of adoration he once held for him.
“Nyke māstan naejot ūndegon ñuha raqirossa (I came to see my friends),” Jacaerys added, as a sense of dread filled his thoughts in response to the way his uncle glared at him.
“I’m surprised my whore sister allowed you to leave her nest,” Aegon drawled with venom. The harsh words cutting Jacaerys so deep, as he bristled at the insult directed towards his dear mother.
“At least my mother loves me. Unlike yours, who only sees you as a tool and uses you as a means to an end, to usurp my mother’s rightful inheritance,” Jacaerys snarled, watching the anger ignite in his eyes at the accusation.
“Then tell me, Strong bastard, if my whore sister loves you so much, then why did she foolishly allow you back into the dragons den,” Aegon retorted, as he gritted his teeth.
“Because it’s my name day and I wanted to spend it with my friends, not like you care,” Jacaerys argued. He was used to the insult about his parentage, but it doesn’t mean it hurt him any less.
“Ah yes, how could I forget my dear nephew’s name day. Tell me Jace, where are your friends now,” Aegon knowingly smirked, as Jacaerys’ eyes narrowed in annoyance at the mocking tone.
“Getting their money’s worth,” Jacaerys echoed back his friend’s words, as Aegon erupted into laughter, as if he just told him a funny joke.
“So, your friends took you to a brothel, only to abandon you and get their swords swallowed. Some friends you got there,” Aegon bluntly stated, once his fit of laughter died down, Jacaerys’ chest ached at the harsh truth. He wanted to believe that his friends intended to surprise him, rather than dragging him along to fulfill their own desires.
“Nothing wrong in seeking pleasures with another, you certainly should know all about that, uncle,” Jacaerys purposely intended to get underneath Aegon’s skin, as he had the blood of the dragon, and he certainly wasn’t going to be the one to back down from a fight.
“And yet you know nothing of such pleasures. You blush like a maiden at the sight of a woman’s breasts and another man’s cock,” Aegon scoffed. Jacaerys furrowed his brow in annoyance, but before he could reply, a sudden weight from behind pushed against his back, as a drunk man stumbled into him. Jacaerys fell forward with a loud yelp, landing into Aegon’s lap as his face rested against his bare chest. Instinctively, Aegon’s hand wrapped around his waist to catch him, as he sent a cold glare to the fool who had collided into his nephew, effectively scaring him off.
Jacaerys’ heart raced in his chest, as he squeezed his eyes shut while his face heated up in embarrassment at his current position. His legs had naturally straddled Aegon’s sturdy thighs, while he felt the strong grip around his waist. When he finally came to his senses, he leaned away from the warm skin of his uncle’s smooth chest. His eyes hesitantly drifted upwards, as they locked onto brilliant violet orbs that pierced right through him, sending a shiver down his spine. This is the closest he has ever gotten to Aegon in years and he couldn’t help but notice how his striking features, have matured into a rather attractive young man.
“Lēda mirre bona perzys ao paghagon, ziry vestragon iksā iēdrosa mirrī ōtor tolī mirre (With all that fire you breathe, it seems you are still a little sheep after all),” Aegon whispered, as he released his grip on Jacaerys’ waist.
Snapping out of his intrusive thoughts, Jacaerys quickly pushed himself off of Aegon’s lap and his gaze shifted over to the goblet on the small table, sparking a need to prove to his uncle that he was wrong. He rolled his eyes in disregard, before reaching over and swiping the half-filled goblet. He brought the cup to his lips, as he locked eyes with an amused Aegon, who raised a challenging eyebrow, before he downed the rich redness in one go. Jacaerys swiped his tongue across his lips, chasing the flavor of the Arbor Red wine, that he knew was his uncle’s favorite brew, before smirking at his uncle in victory at his bold move.
“Nyke va moriot knew ao ēdan nykeā sylutegon syt se finer things, kēpus (I always knew you had a taste for the finer things, uncle),” Jacaerys mocked, as he placed the goblet back onto the table.
“Sir lo ao excuse nyke, iksan craving iā different sylutegon tolie than expensive averilla (Now if you excuse me, I’m craving a different taste other than expensive wine),” before he could read his uncle’s reaction, Jacaerys turned around and walked away. It seems the wine had started to mess with him, as he was shocked at how easily the bold, dare he even say, flirtatious words slipped from his lips. He couldn’t have escaped quick enough, as he continued to make his way, trying to put enough distance between Aegon and himself, before he was approached by a naked male prostitute.
Meanwhile, Aegon watched his nephew’s retreating back, knowing his full intentions, of coupling with a warm body. Although he doubted, he had it in him, seeing as he was always the purest one compared to him. Unbothered, he turned his attention to the approaching server, as she refilled his goblet, but instead of leaving she placed the pitcher onto the table and draped herself across his body. Her soft breasts pressed against the hardened plains of his chest, as she planted a kiss on his neck.
“Miss me, my prince,” the young woman teased, as she dragged her hand down, tracing the muscles of his abs before settling on his cock, that started to fill out at the attention.
“Who was that you were with?” The woman curiously asked, as she stopped her ministrations on his cock.
“A rogue dragon. No one you should concern yourself with,” Aegon nonchalantly replied, as he brought his goblet to his lips and took a much-needed sip of his favorite wine.
“And does this dragon prefer duck over goose?” The woman cryptically enquired, as her head turned to the sea of bodies and spotted the male prostitute approach the fully clothed young man. Aegon knew what she was insinuating, but he wondered why she was even asking in the first place, as he didn’t reveal his nephew’s identity. He was aware of the many spies his grandsire held in his pocket, as he had been subjected to rather embarrassing situations, due to being under their watchful eye and the whorehouses, he soon came to realize was no exception.
“I’m afraid this dragon has yet to taste either duck or goose,” Aegon revealed. The woman smirked, before turning her attention back to placing another kiss on his neck.
“Well, looks like the dragon has found its prey,” the woman whispered. She pulled away and indicated to Aegon towards the brunette in the crowd, conversing with a taller male prostitute. He noticed the shadow of dark hair spanning across his muscular chest, which caused Aegon to huff in amusement at the sight. Seems as though even if he wasn’t the late Laenor’s son by blood, his nephew seemed to inherit his taste in bed partners. Unbeknownst to Jacaerys, he was currently under his uncle’s watchful gaze, as he glanced away from the male prostitute’s cock in embarrassment.
“Pardon, young sir. I just couldn’t help but notice that none of these roses seem to have caught your eye,” the man noted, as Jacaerys nervously swallowed at the man’s observations. He knew what the man was referring to, but he didn’t know how to respond, as he has never attempted to bed a woman before and luckily the man continued their conversation.
“I was wondering if perhaps you may be interested in the stem instead,” the man boldly propositioned. Jacaerys was caught off guard at the offer and he wanted to initially outright reject him, but he held his tongue due to his curiosity. He knew about the rumors surrounding his late father’s particular taste in bedding partners and although, it was considered a sin to couple with the same gender, Jacaerys wondered about the appeal that drew certain people to it. Maybe it was the wine that was affecting his judgment, but he wanted to explore how the pleasures of the body differed under the touches of another. He figured it didn’t matter whether it was a girl or boy, as his fantasies of craving someone else’s touch, stirred a burning sensation within his gut in excitement.
“Um, I’ve never done anything like this before,” Jacaerys shyly confessed, as he tried to avoid looking downwards where the man’s cock hung.
“Ah, a young sir indeed, a bud that still has yet to fully bloom,” the man teased, as his eyes openly drank in his youthful features. Jacaerys’ stomach flipped at the hungry gaze, as he blushed underneath the man’s unwavering attention.
“Come, let me show you something,” the young man swiftly placed his hand on his lower back, as he directed him into the crowd, heading towards the display of two men currently engaged with each other’s bodies. Jacaerys’ conflicting thoughts were chased away once he felt the weight of the man’s hand, resting on the small of his back, guiding him to watch the display, as his nerves became overtaken by his curiosity. Aegon’s eyes narrowed at the hand on Jacaerys’ back, as he observed the pair glide towards a man coupling with another male prostitute. The woman pulls away, as she notices Aegon’s uninterest in her attempts to seduce him, when he normally couldn’t keep his hands off her.
“Your mind is elsewhere. I’ve never seen you this distracted,” the woman’s voice snapped Aegon out of his trance, as he re-shifted his focus back to their intimate position, while the woman stroked his long silver hair, before running her fingers across his chest.
“What do you think he sees in him? He’s so plain featured, there’s nothing remarkable about him,” Aegon exclaimed in exasperation. The woman followed his gaze in confusion and settled on the young man accompanied by the male prostitute.
“I’m surprised you’re showing more interest in the young man, rather than the rose that’s on your lap. But I’ll indulge you, seeing as you’re my highest paying client. I suppose it comes down to taste, unlike you, to him the stem is as just beautiful as a rose. The dragon does have a rather comely appearance with his smooth ivory skin, soft brown locks of hair, lips the shade of a maiden’s dusty pink gown. They may seem common to you, but to another stem they find it rather appealing and so that’s the rose it chose,” the woman replied. Hearing the woman’s explanation seemed to only agitate Aegon further, as he reached for his goblet and downed the rest of the wine. He felt her hand wander back onto his cock, before he slapped her arm away in frustration.
“Go find someone else to fuck your greedy cunt,” Aegon snarled. The woman scoffed in annoyance, before slipping off his lap and grabbed the pitcher, swinging her hips in retaliation as she sauntered away. His gaze automatically returned back onto his nephew, as the pair continued to watch the male prostitute swallow the man’s cock.
Jacaerys watched with intrigue, as the man rolled his eyes in pleasure, the small gasping sounds increased in pitch, as he neared his peak, before spilling his seed into the man’s mouth with a loud moan. He could feel a burning sensation from where he felt the prostitute’s hand applied more pressure, to steer him away and led him towards a small room for privacy.
Aegon’s eyes followed the pair, as he watched the male whore guide his unsuspecting nephew into a secluded room. With his nephew out of sight, Aegon initially felt a strange pull to follow them, but he shakes off his foolish thoughts and decided that he shouldn’t meddle in Jacaerys’ business, as he was old enough to make his own mistakes. Besides, he was the reason for his suffering. The reason for his mother’s hurling insults and disappointed glances, that burned him in shame. His grandsire’s ambition the size of Balerion the Black Dread, being shoved down his throat, as a reminder of where his allegiance should lie. So why should he care about what happened to his stupid nephew. The only thing he feels for him when he looks at him is hatred, as the words of his mother whisper in his ear, not to trust him.
Jacaerys watched the man pull back the curtain, revealing a large mattress placed on the floor. His face heated up at the sight, as he was confronted with the knowledge on the sole purpose for the mattress to be on the ground, without a wooden frame. He knew what was about to happen. The question was, did he want it to happen. And if so, how far did he want it to go. His nervousness once again came to the forefront, clashing with his curiosity and excitement. He hesitantly approached the mattress, as he felt the heat radiating from the warm body, when the man intentionally pressed himself behind him. He lowered his lips to his ear, as he whispered to him.
“Perhaps, some more wine to ease the nerves,” the man kindly offered. Jacaerys shivered as he felt the warm breath tickle his bare neck.
“No thanks, I think I had enough wine for one night,” Jacaerys blurted. The man didn’t respond and after a moment of silence, he felt the man’s lips gently press on the side of his neck, as he shakily sucked in a breath at the sudden contact.
His eyes slipped shut as he focused on the burning sensation, when he felt the wetness of his tongue drag along the most sensitive part of his neck. He gasped at the feeling, as he felt the hands ghost over his chest, undoing the first couple of buttons of his tunic. His lips broke away, as he grew impatient and instead pulled the tunic over Jacaerys’ head, which resulted in ruffling his hair and left him in his small clothes. Jacaerys turned around to face him, when the man leaned down, planting a kiss straight onto his lips. He slipped his eyes close, as he gladly welcomed the tongue seeking entrance and battled with the foreign muscle. He pulled away when the need to breathe overwhelmed him, as he opened his eyes and sheepishly smiled at the man.
He felt the man’s hands slide down to his hips, as he grabbed onto the hem of his small clothes, before pulling the garment off. Jacaerys’ body burned as the flames of his desire bubbled to the surface, spurring him to crash his mouth against the man’s soft lips. The man placed his hands on his bare hips, guiding him down to the mattress, with their lips still locked. The man broke free of the kiss, as Jacaerys’ eyes snapped open, while he watched him drift downwards instead, placing kisses on his bare chest, causing him to shiver in excitement. Suddenly, the man introduced his tongue, as he traced his way towards his right nipple. His tongue licked over the pointed nub, as Jacaerys moaned in response at the strange yet pleasant sensation.
Elsewhere, Aegon grew more irritated the longer he stared at the secluded area Jacaerys disappeared into. He was surprised that he hadn’t re-emerged, as he expected him to frantically run away in fear, once he was faced with the realization of what he was getting himself into. What if he couldn’t run away and the wine had affected him, as he himself had a string of experiences where he had passed out from the stronger brew. If he was passed out, there was nothing from stopping the male whore to bed him with little resistance. Maybe he couldn’t run because the male whore was preventing him from doing so and was keeping him there with the intent to rape him. Aegon’s nostrils flared at the ill thought, as he slammed his empty goblet on the table and stood up. He pulled on his common clothes for disguise, before charging with determined strides towards the private room.
He pulled the door open and slipped inside, as he approached the draped curtain that blocked his view. He heard a small whimper resonate from behind the curtain, causing him to grit his teeth, as he pulled it back and was left stunned at the sight. On the mattress, Jacaerys was lying on his back with his eyes closed shut, as his mouth slightly hung open in pleasure, letting out small puffs of air. Meanwhile, the male whore’s lips descended downwards, pressing tender kisses on his smooth ivory skin across his stomach. His large hands hooked into his breeches, with the clear intent to pull them off, when Aegon’s eyes narrowed, as he stormed over and grabbed the man by his shoulders, ripping him away from his intoxicated nephew.
“What the– you’re not allowed here, this is a private session,” the man yelled in frustration.
“Session’s over,” Aegon flippantly retorted, as the naked man stood in front of him, with an arrogant smirk when he notices that he towered over Aegon. Jacaerys’ eyes dazedly flew open at the sound of the voice he recognized belonging to his uncle. His eyes widened in shock at the familiar silver locks of hair that framed his uncle’s face.
“Who do you think you are,” the man taunted, as he looked down in annoyance, clearly unaware of his intruder’s identity. Aegon watched as the pleasure morphed away from Jacaerys’ face and his expression shifted into one of shock at his presence. He directed his attention to the outraged male whore, as his icy gaze glared into his soul.
“I’m Prince Aegon Targaryen, second of his fucking name. Now, fuck off, before I castrate you from where you stand and don’t think I won’t. My uncle The Rogue Prince once turned these streets red with the blood of rapists,” Aegon sneered. The man huffed, before turning to give Jacaerys a disappointed look and then proceeded to leave the two alone, while cursing underneath his breath.
“Get dressed, we’re leaving,” Aegon directed, as Jacaerys furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Seven hells, why did you do that?” Jacaerys’ temper flared, as his arousal lingered on the surface, from being denied its proper release.
“Somebody has to tame the rogue dragon,” Aegon replied, as he noticed the darker shade of Jacaerys’ lips, that glistened from the warm glow of the candlelight. His gaze followed the pink blush that bloomed across his cheeks, spreading down to his neck and chest, illustrating his state of arousal.
“I don’t have to listen to you. I’m not going anywhere with you,” Jacaerys stubbornly retorted, as he lifted his chin in defiance. He stared back into his uncle’s steel gaze, as the fleeting thought of how sexy he looked when he was mad, caused his cock to twitch in his breeches with intrigue. Jacaerys bit his lip, as he immediately stamped down the urge to touch himself in front of his uncle and instead tried to focus on his anger at the sudden interruption.
“Oh, but you will. Less you want word to get back to your dear mother, about how her precious son has been sullied, by willingly whoring himself to a sword swallower,” Aegon threatened. He watched Jacaerys’ jaw clenched, as he swallowed down his argument, before he broke eye contact, to grab his small clothes, pulling the garment over his head. He shoved on his tunic, before trudging past Aegon and once again entered the scene of utter debauchery. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the male prostitute to apologize for his uncle’s behavior, as he felt a hand grab his arm, preventing him from continuing his search.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Aegon growled, as he glared down at him. Jacaerys attempted to pull his arm out of his grip, but Aegon’s hand only tightened further.
“To apologize to him. I think you scared him off,” Jacaerys reasoned, as Aegon rolled his eyes in response.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure your paramour has found another sword to swallow,” Aegon bluntly stated, causing Jacaerys to narrow his eyes at the crude remark.
“You’re a fucking twat,” Jacaerys huffed. Aegon smirked at the curse, before he turned around and stormed towards the entrance, as he pulled a struggling Jacaerys behind him. In the cool night air, Aegon loosened his grip, causing Jacaerys to quickly pull his arm away, as Aegon pulled on the hood of his cloak, to cover his distinct hair.
“Let’s go,” Aegon ordered, as he started to walk down the twisting path, seeming to appear unbothered whether Jacaerys was following him or not. Although, he intentionally kept a slower pace, knowing Jacaerys would eventually follow him, seeing as he had nowhere to stay. At first, Jacaerys didn’t want to follow him, but then he was reminded how his friends abandoned him, as he stood alone, watching Aegon’s back shrink at the increased distance. So, he was faced with the dilemma of having nowhere to sleep, less he followed his estranged uncle. With a deep inhale, Jacaerys hurriedly jogged over to his uncle, as he avoided the weird looks the smallfolk shot at him. He slowed to a walk, once he caught up to him and proceeded to follow him, as he observed his surroundings of the bustling Kings Landing, in the dead of night.
“Keep your head down. Don’t make eye contact with anyone,” Aegon hissed underneath his breath. He silently followed Aegon, as he shifted his gaze to the back of his head. He furrowed his brow, as he processed the words whispered to him.
Why did his uncle warn him to keep out of trouble, when he has only showed him bitterness, since their unexpected reunion. His sharp tongue hurled insults throughout the night, yet he seemingly still cared about his wellbeing. To be fair, he wouldn’t be surprised that his uncle wished something untoward happened to him, when he walked away from him, leaving him alone outside the brothel. But then his thoughts drifted back to how his uncle stopped him from coupling with the male prostitute. Now that his judgement was not clouded in a foggy haze, he wondered if his uncle cared enough, in order to stop him from doing something, he’d probably regret by the next morning. His stomach fluttered at the idea, as he resolved himself to grab onto this small glimmer of hope, sparking a reckless idea to test the true nature of his uncle’s feelings toward him.
Should Aegon allow his mother’s and grandsire’s words to poison his mind, he expects Aegon to leave him to the threats hidden in the shadows, without a second glance back. The sworn enemy of the Greens and the threat to Aegon’s claim, as heir to the Seven Kingdoms, he assumed he would rejoice at the demise of his rival, should he run into an unsavory villager. However, should his uncle still hold some affection for him, enough to want to keep him safe, then he would try to get him to open up. Maybe Aegon would confide in him, about what he really thinks about their current situation. Maybe he could reason with him to help him prevent the impending civil war between the Blacks and the Greens.
Either way, Jacaerys must face the difficult task of drawing out the old Aegon. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, after all his uncle had the blood of the dragon and Jacaerys has learned upon reading pages and pages of the Targaryen lineage, that the blood of the dragon is incredibly stubborn, just like the wild beasts they mount. Licking his lips, Jacaerys prepared himself to put his plan into motion, as he examined the multiple pathways. He sucked in a deep breath, before striking up a conversation to ease his mind.
“Where exactly are you taking me?” Jacaerys wondered, as they continued to walk towards wherever Aegon was leading him.
“To the Red Keep,” Aegon simply replied. Jacaerys’ eyes widened at the realization, causing him to freeze in alarm. Aegon halted and turned around, as his eyes briefly glanced around their surroundings, before focusing on his nephew.
“I’m not going back there,” Jacaerys firmly stated, as he crossed his arms in disagreement.
“Relax, I’m not taking you through the front door. I found a secret passageway in the castle, that’s where we’re headed,” Aegon informed. Jacaerys narrowed his eyes, as he scrutinized the newly divulged information.
“And when we’re in the castle, then what? We can’t just stroll right into your chambers, should your mother decide to drop by,” Jacaerys exclaimed in slight distress.
“Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. I’m not taking you to my chambers, I’m not an idiot,” Aegon sarcastically remarked. A smile tugged at the corner of Jacaerys’ lips, as he felt the urge to tease him.
“I disagree. Who was the one that masturbated in his full naked glory, at the window of his chambers, for the whole of Kings Landing to see. And who also decided it was a good idea to strip in the hallway, before Ser Criston showed up,” Jacaerys smirked. Aegon tilted his head, as he stared into his nephew’s eyes filled with mirth, at the anecdote of his youth, flooding him back with memories of far simpler times.
“And yet, you still watched me,” Aegon mocked.
“Oh, please it was just once and I was only watching to make sure you didn’t take a wrong step and fall to your death, leaving your corpse a feast for the crows. Besides, you were the one always turning up to my chambers completely drunk,” Jacaerys sassed, as Aegon let out an airy chuckle in response.
“Don’t act like your hands aren’t dirty, I would bet money that you’re just as adventurous and wild in your own sexual exploits,” Aegon confidently claimed. Despite his uncle’s hood shrouding his features in darkness, Jacaerys could discern a slight hint of amusement in his voice, indicating he was joking with him.
“You’re not wrong there. My mother punished me for sneaking off with Vermax and I had to read pages of the Targaryen’s family lineage. I may have masturbated in the library, when I had to stay back at night and organize the scrolls,” Jacaerys revealed. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as Jacaerys giggled in disbelief, shortly followed by Aegon’s breathless chuckle, as the pair basked in the light-hearted atmosphere. Their laughter died down, as the silence of the still night crept up on them, causing Aegon’s gaze to once again close off from Jacaerys.
“I missed this…your playful side,” Jacaerys lamented, as he watched his uncle spun around.
“I’m a Targaryen prince. I don’t have time for childish games,” Aegon viscously spat, as he resumed walking. We’ll see about that, Jacaerys thought, as he remained frozen to his spot, waiting for his uncle to acknowledge him. It didn’t take too long for Aegon to halt and turn around, wondering why Jacaerys wasn’t following him.
“Hurry up,” Aegon hissed, as Jacaerys shook his head.
“You call it childish; I call it having fun. Remember how much fun we used to have, whenever we pulled pranks on everyone. You can say you’ve changed all you want, but I’m going to remind you,” Jacaerys stated with conviction. Aegon’s brow furrowed in confusion, wondering what Jacaerys was planning, but then his questions were answered, when he notices Jacaerys’ gaze flicker to the alleyway on his right side. Of course, his night wasn’t over yet, Aegon thought.
“Jace, don’t,” Aegon warned, before Jacaerys took off, sprinting for the alleyway while his heart raced at the thrill. He glanced back and spotted a shadowy cloaked figure, knowing it was his uncle, Jacaerys giggled as he quickly jumped over wooden barrels that blocked his path. He continued running straight and entered into a main street, as he attempted to blend with the crowd. He walked towards an empty table and sat on the bench, with the vantage point of looking down the street. He fidgeted with the abandoned cup left on the table, filled with water, as he continued to search for his uncle, till he managed to spot him. His uncle’s eyes locked onto him, as Jacaerys cheekily grinned, watching him approach, his clocked presence reminiscent of a predator stalking its prey. Aegon leaned his hands on the table as he bent down, his face close to Jacaerys’ so he could whisper to him.
“Gaomagon daor gaomagon bona arlī (Do not do that again),” Aegon snarled in High Valyrian. Jacaerys’ heart fluttered at the remark, instantly identifying his uncle’s unspoken concern for his safety, even though he didn’t succeed in drawing out his uncle’s playful side. At least, he confirmed his suspicions that he did somewhat care about him and besides, he didn’t want this to end just yet.
“Where’s your sense of adventure, uncle,” Jacaerys openly teased.
“There are dangers lurking in every corner. You’ve had enough adventures for one night. Now, get up, I’ve had enough of your childish shit,” Aegon chastised.
“Se bantis iksis iēdrosa ābrītsos (The night is still young),” Jacaerys argued, as his eyes reflected his mischievous intent.
“Kesan drag ao arlī naejot se mele gaomagon nykēla (I will drag you back to the Red Keep myself),” Aegon threatened, as his nostrils flared at his nephew’s stonewalling him from collapsing on his featherbed.
“Emilā naejot ūndegon nyke ēlī (You will have to catch me first),” Jacaerys taunted, before chucking the cup of water on his uncle’s face. Aegon flinched backwards, as he rubbed the liquid out of his eyes, allowing Jacaerys enough time to escape from the bench. His eyes immediately locked onto the sprinting figure, as he watched his nephew glance back at him, his lips stretched into a playful grin. The sight of Jacaerys’ smile tugged something within him, that he tried to forcefully bury throughout the years, hoping it would never see the light of day again. After the division of their families, Aegon was mindful to lock away his feelings, as he tried to appease his mother’s wrath, by severing his bond with his nephews. As time went on, he believed he had eradicated any sense of affection for his nephews, but the sudden reunion with Jacaerys, proved his attempts were futile.
He could only huff in amusement, as the memories of his youth flooded back, reminding him of how close he and Jacaerys once were. Instead of chasing after him, he adopted a fast-walking pace, not wanting to draw anymore unnecessary attention to himself, as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He missed this feeling, a sense of ease without having to worry about the burdens placed upon him by his cold mother. Jacaerys repeatedly glanced back and each time he either smiled or giggled, wanting to continue playing with his uncle. And upon seeing that smile, Aegon recalled how he used to do anything in order to see that radiant smile. How they pulled the ultimate prank on Aemond in the Dragonpit, by presenting him with a pig, dressed as a dragon. Afterwards, Aegon laughed with Jacaerys and Lucerys, unsuspecting of what was to play out in the future.
The parentage of his nephews often sparked debates within the castle’s walls, but without proper proof, they were just baseless rumors, no doubt spread by the aid of his mother. At the young age of ten and three, this topic often twisted his stomach, when his mother belittled him and her constant paranoia pushed him to turn to drinking, in order to numb the pain, he felt from his loneliness. His self-loathing grew, when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, as he became a shallow version of his former self. Instead of living in happiness, his days was filled with misery at the absence of his nephews. While his mother expected him to be the source of his nephew’s pain, instead of the reason for his laughter, that he was greatly fond of. He never wanted things to end like this. He quickly shook off these conflicting thoughts, when Jacaerys rounded a corner, disappearing from sight.
Jacaerys rounded the corner, while his head was twisted back, keeping his gaze locked onto his uncle’s figure, before it disappeared from view. He turned his attention back in front of him, before he ducked into a small alleyway and collided into a man, carrying a barrel over his shoulder. The force of the impact knocked the barrel out of the man’s hands, as it fell onto the uneven stone pathway. The liquid poured out from the crack, as Jacaerys came face-to-face with the enraged villager. His large belly peeked out from underneath his worn clothes, as he angrily advanced towards Jacaerys, his matted beard and greasy hair obscuring his features.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–” Jacaerys attempted to apologize, as he raised his hands in surrender, but his sentiment did nothing to placate his rage. Jacaerys’ pleas were cut off, when the man seized him by the neck and pinned him to the brick wall, his feet dangling in the air, at the sheer amount of strength.
“You little fucking cunt. I’ll make you regret running into me,” the man threatened, causing Jacaerys’ blood to freeze, as he felt the man’s grip around his neck tighten, making it difficult to breathe.
“What has my foolish nephew done now?” Aegon’s voice interrupted, as Jacaerys’ eyes shifted to his side, while he frantically clawed at the hand.
“I was heading to restock my supplies and lost my barrel of ale, thanks to this brat,” The man spat, as he glared at Jacaerys.
“I’m sorry for any inconvenience that my nephew has caused. I’ll happily pay for the barrel, there’s no need for violence,” Aegon persuaded, as a pit dropped in his stomach, at the sight of Jacaerys struggling to breathe. The man contemplated the offer, before releasing his grip and Jacaerys immediately gasped for breath, as he fell to his hands and knees. Still unsatisfied, the man lifted his leg and placed it onto the boy’s back, thinking he still hadn’t learned his lesson, he pressed him to the ground, while trying to regain his breath.
“You’re lucky your uncle showed up when he did. Next time, you won’t be so lucky,” the man snarled. Aegon’s jaw tensed, as he watched the man place his foot onto Jacaerys’ back and press him to the ground.
He clenched his fist, when he heard the threat spill from the man’s mouth, before he uncoiled his fingers and placed his hand on his money bag. He remained silent, as he unhooked it from around his waist and held it out for the man to take. The villager released Jacaerys, as he stepped over him to approach Aegon and swiped the money bag. Before he could open the drawstring, Aegon swiftly grabbed the man by the collar of his filthy clothes and pulled, slamming his face into the brick wall of the building, effectively knocking him unconscious. Aegon’s lips twisted into a sinister smirk, as he let go of the man’s collar, watching his large body collapse to the ground. Jacaerys stood on shaky legs, rubbing his neck to soothe the discomfort, as he watched his uncle knock out a man twice his size in disbelief.
“Now will you listen, foolish nephew,” Aegon smugly taunted, as he leaned down and picked up his money bag, tying it back onto his waist.
“I think I’ve had enough fun,” Jacaerys informed with a hoarse voice, refusing to make eye contact, as he burned in embarrassment at the repercussions of his recklessness.
The pair once again set off towards the Red Keep in silence, as Jacaerys managed to follow his uncle without further disturbances from the villagers. When the Red Keep’s castle finally came into view, Jacaerys felt a sense of nostalgia at the sight of his former home. He missed the familiar walls, now filled with fond memories of growing up with his extended family. They walked around the side of the Red Keep, as Aegon led him to a winding staircase that connected the lower town to the castle. Slipping through the arched entrance, Aegon tugged his hood off, seeing as he had no need for it, as he led his nephew deeper into the hidden passageway.
Once they reached the end of the tunnel, they ended up in the lower bowels of the Red Keep, as Jacaerys marveled at the shrine dedicated to Balerion the Blackdread, with the dragon’s skull illuminated by numerous lit candles. Meanwhile, Aegon was faced with the difficult task of smuggling his nephew into the upper towers, as he intended to take him to his private hideaway, that he discovered after his horrific encounter with his mother, when she barged into his chambers unannounced. He contemplated the safest route to avoid the guards, before he instructed Jacaerys to follow him, as he cautiously headed towards his safe haven.
The pair surprisingly managed to stay out of sight from the guards and he knew they were close, when he abruptly heard the sound of heavy footsteps and clinking metal, indicating that a patrol of knights was nearby. Snapping into action, Aegon pulled Jacaerys’ arm and pinned him behind a large pillar. Jacaerys closed his eyes in alarm, as the sound of footsteps drew closer and Aegon gazed down, realizing he was close enough to count his individual eyelashes. Jacaerys’ eyes flew open at the sound of Ser Criston’s voice, directing the patrol to head towards the court yard. His eyes locked with Aegon’s, as their breaths mingled.
“He’s still here,” Jacaerys whispered in disbelief. Aegon quickly covered Jacaerys’ mouth with his hand, as the patrol walked past them, luckily heading in the opposite direction of his hideaway. Once the sound of their footsteps faded into the distance, Aegon removed his hand.
“He’s part of the Kingsguard, what did you expect,” Aegon nonchalantly muttered.
“I know. It’s just he always preferred you and uncle Aemond, over me and Luke. I remember how brutal he was towards me during sword training,” Jacaerys recalled, as his lips slightly pouted at the unpleasant memories.
“We better hurry, before more guards come,” Aegon warned, as he shifted his attention to the empty hallway.
“But you made it bearable. When he wasn’t looking, you would always praise me,” Jacaerys flashed him a warm smile, as Aegon rolled his eyes in frustration at the tender remark.
“Yes, I know. Listen, we can talk about sweet things once we’re out of the fucking hallway, on the verge of being discovered,” Aegon ranted, as he dragged his nephew along, catching him off guard before he could respond. They ascended the spiral staircase and approached the direction that led to his chambers, before he veered off into a small corridor, taking numerous twists and turns, as they stopped in front of a wooden door. He pushed the door open and entered, as Jacaerys followed and closed the door behind him. He turned around and his eyes widened in surprise, as the moonlight streamed from a small window revealing the mediocre room. It wasn’t as grand as his chambers, but it had all the necessary comforts one would desire when escaping for some privacy, such as a sleeping area and a small table to dine on.
“What is this place?” Jacaerys wondered out loud, as his gaze fixated on the comfortable looking mattress, with the crumpled blanket haphazardly lying half on the floor.
“Welcome, to my not-so-secret hideaway. It’s not much, but it gets the job done. Used to be an old storage room, before I stumbled across it. Threw out the old dusty shit and made it into something more useful,” Aegon revealed, as he bent over to lit some candles illuminating the dark room, before he removed his cloak and proceeded to strip out of his common clothes. Jacaerys nervously swallowed, as he watched his uncle strip out of the articles of clothing, each time revealing more displays of pale skin. He felt his face heat up, when Aegon pulled his trousers down, unashamedly exposing his bare ass to him. He quickly averted his gaze, as he felt his simmering desire reawaken, while he attempted to fight the urge to sneak another glance at Aegon’s naked form.
“Mazverdagon aōla rȳ lenton (Make yourself at home),” Aegon added, as he flung himself onto the mattress, thankfully already dressed in his small clothes. Jacaerys contemplated joining him, when he was faced with the realization that they would be sharing the bed for the night. While approaching the mattress, he anxiously bit his lip, and bent over to remove his leather boots, placing them against the wall, before sitting down on the edge of the mattress.
“And what exactly do you get up to in here?” Jacaerys curiously asked, as he turned his head to face his unbothered uncle.
“Just to get away from all the court dramas. Where I can drink all the wine, as much as I want and fuck the most gorgeous cunts without interruption,” Aegon bluntly stated.
“I shudder to think about the desecration this poor mattress has been subjected to,” Jacaerys muttered, as images of Aegon with his hand wrapped around his cock flashed across his mind.
“Fear not, this mattress has witnessed far less perverse acts compared to the ongoings at the Street of Silk,” Aegon replied, in a matter-of-fact manner.
“How is everyone?” Jacaerys wondered out loud. He knew the council was well aware of the division between the two families and he wondered if their allegiance to his mother has shifted, as the Queen has been allowed to spindle her web, while the King’s health continued to decline.
“Boring as usual, they’re more interested in politics,” Aegon flatly stated. The sentiment reminded Jacaerys of the drunken rantings his uncle subjected him to, about the expectations placed onto him. The previous closeness of their bond presented him with the golden opportunity to confront his uncle, armed with the knowledge of his uncle’s inner thoughts towards the court politics and he wasn’t going to allow it to slip through his fingers.
“It doesn’t have to be this way. You know we can still avoid all of this, before it gets worse,” Jacaerys blurted out.
“I’m not drunk enough for this,” Aegon huffed, as he shifted into a sitting position.
“I’m serious Aegon,” Jacaerys stressed, as his calculating gaze challenged him.
“Me too,” Aegon devilishly smirked, before standing up and crossing over the room. “Would you like something to drink?” Aegon asked, as he paced over to a wooden crate and pulled out a flask skin, popping the cork off as he offered it to Jacaerys. The strong scent of wine filled the room, causing Jacaerys’ face to grimace, as the smell invaded his nostrils.
“Water would be just fine,” Jacaerys informed, as Aegon lifted the flask and swallowed a large gulp of wine, before placing the cork back and tossing it into the crate. He leaned over and pulled out a different flask skin and approached Jacaerys, offering it to him. Jacaerys reached out, but before he could grab the flask, Aegon pulled it away, out of his reach.
“You’re not going to throw it in my face, right?” Aegon asked, with a suspicious raised eyebrow.
“Not unless you tempt me to,” Jacaerys warned with a cheeky grin, resulting in a breathless chuckle slipping past Aegon’s lips.
“At least one of us still has a sense of humor,” Aegon added. He handed the flask skin over, as Jacaerys uncorked it and took several gulps to satiate his thirst, before handing it back to Aegon. Once again, Aegon tossed the corked flask skin into the crate, as he approached Jacaerys and sat down beside him.
“I know you don’t want this,” Jacaerys continued, as he fidgeted with a loose thread on his trousers.
“Stop acting like you know what’s in my head, bastard,” Aegon snarled, as Jacaerys rolled his eyes in disregard.
“Drop the act, it’s me you’re talking to Aegon, don’t make things difficult. I know, because you told me you don’t want this. Ever since I first saw your mother lay a hand on you, I’ve always tried to be there for you,” Jacaerys argued.
“I’ve got no choice. I’m a threat to your mother’s claim, so long as I’m living and breathing,” Aegon solemnly repeated the words echoed to him by his mother.
“That’s not true. My mother would never harm you or the rest of her siblings. If you had taken the time to get to know her, rather than despising her, than you would know. If she really felt threatened at the contest to her claim, she could’ve done it while you were still but a babe in a cradle. She would rather burn at the stake, before she betrayed your father’s trust. She is no kinslayer,” Jacaerys passionately reasoned, as the silence that followed contributed to the heavy atmosphere surrounding the serious conversation.
“I never wanted this,” Aegon muttered, as he finally let down his guard.
“I know, me neither. But if we are to make amends, I will need your help. I can’t do this on my own. Especially, should your mother and grandsire conspire behind the scenes to install you on the Iron Throne,” Jacaerys rationally argued.
“If I help you and Rhaenyra secure your claims on the Iron Throne, what’s going to happen to my family?” Aegon curiously asked with concern.
“Well, I know my mother would be first and foremost fair in her judgement. Your mother will most likely be banished to Oldtown, where she can live out the rest of her days. Otto may be left to rot in the prisons or executed for treason. Not sure about Aemond, Helaena and Daeron, but they would be shown mercy and should they decide to stay at the Red Keep, she would allow it,” Jacaerys calmly explained.
“Do you honestly believe we could go back to playing happy families after what happened at High Tide?” Aegon scoffed.
“Clearly fate brought us together tonight for a reason. Lucerys is sorry about what happened with Aemond, but he doesn’t regret protecting me from him. I imagine he still seeks vengeance, but he would listen to you. You’re his older brother and should he have concerns about his family’s station, I will appoint him as Hand of the King when I ascend,” Jacaerys declared.
“He was always more suited for court politics. He spends most of his time studying History and Philosophy. He’s also become more skilled with a sword than me,” Aegon sighed.
“I imagine he relentlessly trained in order to become better at something than you. Nothing wrong with a little healthy sibling rivalry, besides your eyes wandered and found other interests. Should he decline the position, I could anoint him as Lord Commander of the City Watch,” Jacaerys confidently responded, causing Aegon to chuckle at his serious tone.
“Okay, putting aside the shitty politics and our fucked-up family drama, it’s time we rest and leave it to the Gods to decide our fate,” Aegon yawned. He crawled over to his side of the bed and laid down on his back, looking at Jacaerys with an expectant gaze. Jacaerys sighed before pulling back the blanket, as Aegon shot him a look of confusion.
“You’re not going to sleep in that, are you?” Aegon’s gaze shifted down to Jacaerys’ tunic, as a fleeting thought of how much he has grown passed.
“Um, yes,” Jacaerys hesitantly replied, as his face heated up in embarrassment at the thought of sharing a bed with Aegon, who has grown into a striking handsome young man. Aegon easily picks up on Jacaerys nervousness at the prospect of stripping in front of him, as the urge to tease him twisted his face into a smirk.
“You didn’t seem that bothered when that whore had his filthy hands all over you, as he dragged his tongue across your skin, working his way down to your needy cock,” Aegon mocked. Jacaerys knew he was trying to get a rise out of him, but unbeknownst to his uncle he developed a quick wit thanks to being raised by his father Daemon and was not the same awkward young boy.
“Why, are you jealous? Is that why you stopped me from having my way with him?” Jacaerys challenged, redirecting the attention onto Aegon, at the unsaid reasoning behind his earlier intervention.
“Just remove the stupid thing, Jace. Otherwise, I will,” Aegon claimed, in a dismissive tone at his sharp tongue. Jacaerys narrowed his eyes in annoyance, as Aegon effectively evaded answering the confronting question.
“I like to see you try. It’s been five years since we last sparred, I’ve grown a lot since then,” Jacaerys added, further encouraging Aegon to challenge him.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Aegon retorted, before lunging towards him, as his hands grabbed onto Jacaerys’ arms, while he struggled with him. Jacaerys pushed with all his strength and managed to pin Aegon onto the mattress, as he swiftly got on top of him while pressing his hands onto the mattress.
“Looks like you should’ve spent more time in the yard, than drowning in your cups,” Jacaerys taunted.
“You may be more skilled, but you would be wise to remember that I still have the height advantage,” Aegon warned. Suddenly, he lifted his leg and pressed into Jacaerys’ groin, causing him to squirm away at the unexpected touch. His distraction in trying to escape allowed Aegon to rip his hand free, as he abruptly grabbed Jacaerys by the back of his neck and pulled his face towards him. He stopped at the last second, their lips a couple of inches away from touching, as their breaths mingled. Jacaerys’ eyes widened at their position, as his gaze drifted down to Aegon’s rosy lips and wondered what it would feel like to kiss them. Aegon watched Jacaerys’ curious gaze focus on his lips, as he smirked, while his other hand also broke free and wrapped around Jacaerys’ waist to roll them over. Aegon pinned Jacaerys to the mattress, as he held onto his wrists, with his arms stretched above his head.
“I like this position better, don’t you Jace?” Aegon teased. Jacaerys swallowed nervously, as he attempted to fight against the restraints.
“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Jacaerys sarcastically replied, as he rolled his eyes.
“Did you enjoy it? How it feels to be desired,” Aegon asked, as the room descended into forbidden territory.
“It’s none of your business,” Jacaerys blurted, trying to evade the obvious response.
“I would bet money that you did. While your lips danced with his tongue, tasting him, as the burning need for more consumed you,” Aegon huskily stated.
“What if I did?” Jacaerys countered, as he gathered the courage to hold his ground and not run away from the delicate situation.
“It’s a shame. A real shame that your sweet innocent lips have been defiled by that whore,” Aegon gritted out, as his grip tightened in frustration.
“What’s that got to do with you?” Jacaerys furrowed his brow in confusion.
“I asked you to nicely undress and yet you refused, while you willingly stripped for that whore with no complaints,” Aegon hissed. A heavy silence filled the room with thick tension, while Aegon stared at Jacaerys in anger, before it shifted into desire at the realization, he now had him at his mercy. Jacaerys knew he should’ve been angry at Aegon’s interest in his private affairs, but instead his thoughts swirled on the notion that Aegon was jealous of his random intimate encounter. His stomach fluttered when he watched the raging pools of desire dance in his hungry gaze.
Suddenly, Aegon crashed his lips onto Jacaerys’, immediately shoving his tongue passed his unsuspecting lips, as his eyes instinctively slipped shut. Aegon’s tongue rigorously battled against Jacaerys’, before he swiftly catches the bottom of his lip, as he pulled away with a satisfied smirk. Everything happened so quickly when Jacaerys snapped his eyes open, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his breath that was stolen by Aegon’s aggressive ministrations. He stared at Aegon’s tongue flick across his lips, a display of chasing his taste, stoking the flames that crackled within, reawakening his denied release.
“Tell me Jace, how does the taste of the dragon compare to that of a common whore?” Aegon whispered. Jacaerys swallowed while Aegon’s eyes traced his features, waiting for an answer, as he contemplated how to respond. He could no longer deny his interest, as his blood rushed down to his cock in excitement at the prospect of Aegon’s next bold move.
“You tell me uncle; how does it feel to be jealous of said common whore?” Jacaerys taunted.
“You, insufferable twat,” Aegon rolled his eyes, before releasing one of Jacaerys’ thin wrist, only to quickly restrain it once again, using one hand. Now with his right hand free, he brought it up to Jacaerys’ collar, his long slender fingers slowly unbuttoning his dragonrider tunic, reminding Jacaerys of the reason they ended up in this position. He squirmed as he tried to break out of Aegon’s menacing grip, that he knew would leave a red imprint behind and his eyes trailed downwards, watching Aegon unbutton the last clasp keeping his modesty together.
“You’re pretty skilled with your hands,” Jacaerys huffed, as he twisted his body, due to his pride not wanting to admit defeat just yet. Aegon swiftly grabbed Jacaerys by his jaw, preventing him from turning his head away from him.
“Pretty skilled with my tongue too, wouldn’t you agree?” Aegon’s thumb softly brushed against Jacaerys’ bottom lip.
“If by skilled, you mean forgetful, then sure,” Jacaerys provoked, knowing his remark would get under his skin. Aegon smirked at the display of Jacaerys’ boldness, when his hand drifted downwards, slipping underneath the tunic, brushing against the thin garment of his small clothes, while Jacaerys shivered beneath him at the touch.
“Your mouth says one thing, but your eyes say another. Tell me, did it satisfy you when he shoved his tongue down your throat,” Aegon muttered, while his hand continued downwards, before slipping underneath his small clothes. The coldness from his skin caused his breath to hitch and his stomach flinches, as it rested against his heated skin, while his fingers curled around his hip.
“He wanted to make sure I was comfortable before he tried to do anything. For a common whore, he was surprisingly tender, gentler than you,” Jacaerys explained, as Aegon snickered once he processed the implied meaning behind Jacaerys’ words.
“So, he lacked the vigor to satisfy the dragon,” Aegon tilted his head, grinning down wickedly, as Jacaerys’ brain scrambled to come up with a response to the accusation.
“No, you’re wrong,” Jacaerys protested in denial.
“Oh, I know I’m right little nephew. Didn’t anyone ever tell you, only a dragon can satiate the desires of another dragon,” Aegon reasoned, before claiming his lips in another kiss that grew more heated than the first. Jacaerys moaned into the kiss, when Aegon’s hand suddenly brushed against the bulge in his breeches, as his lungs burned for air and he decided to nip Aegon’s tongue, allowing him to gasp for air, when he finally pulled away at the sharp pinch.
“Gods, did you forget that I still need to breathe,” Jacaerys chastised, as he panted trying to catch his breath, while the temperature in the room seemed to only increase at their close proximity.
“I couldn’t help myself, I simply just wanted to devour you,” Aegon teasingly replied. Jacaerys’ cock twitched at the admission, as his gaze fluttered to Aegon’s lips wanting to feel them again, but he held himself back.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Jacaerys muttered, as his inner feelings clashed against one another.
“Then tell me to stop and I will. Tell me, you have no desire for me. Tell me, it feels wrong and we can stop before it’s too late,” Aegon whispered, as they both stared into each other’s eyes. Jacaerys knew it was forbidden to act on this, while he was planned to be betrothed to another and Aegon is now legally bound by his marriage to Helaena. He stared into the purple depths of longing, only further stirring the fire within him, as he decided to put aside the burden of his duties for one night and focus on his own desires. He shakes off his unease by swallowing down his objection and instead lifted his head, to press his lips firmly onto Aegon’s. Their tongues twisted with fervor, before he pulled away with a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Gods, I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Jacaerys jokingly sighed, as Aegon snickered in agreement.
“If this is what it feels like, then I’m right there with you,” Aegon added, before swooping down and stealing another kiss again, as his tongue explored every crevice of Jacaerys’ mouth. His hand wandered back underneath Jacaerys’ small clothes, as he brushed against his nipple, causing him to shiver at the pleasant tingling sensation. The second stroke caused Jacaerys to moan, only for it to be swallowed by Aegon, as he lifted his hips to meet with his, seeking friction for his throbbing member. Feeling his lower region press against him, Aegon rolled his hips down, causing his hard cock to leak precum, as Jacaerys whined at the attention.
Despite the intoxicating feeling of pleasure travelling throughout Aegon’s body, their ministrations caused his heated skin to become irritated at his small clothes, as the fabric rubbed against his sensitive skin. Groaning in frustration, Aegon disconnected their lips, deciding to drift down to his neck, as his eyes narrowed at the faint pink mark on the side of his neck. He knew he wasn’t the one to give him that, which made his nostrils flare at the idea of the whore’s mouth sucking a mark onto Jacaerys’ neck. The burning need to erase his mark, spurred him to latch onto the skin and suck on the same spot, as Jacaerys whimpered at the aggressiveness, though he secretly liked it, while he realized Aegon was licking at the same spot as the whore did. Aegon leaned away, his eyes drawn to the red mark he created, as he smirked in pride at the sight of his claim.
“For someone who’s not jealous, you’re pretty unconvincing,” Jacaerys taunted.
“A dragon doesn’t like sharing what’s there’s,” Aegon replied.
“And do you expect me to bend to your will,” Jacaerys challenged, as his eyes flickered upwards to his restrained wrists.
“Foolish nephew, you can never tame a wild beast. They must be willing to submit,” Aegon grinned wickedly, before releasing his grip on Jacaerys’ wrists and pulled away, shifting to the side until he was no longer straddling his lower region. He pulled off his small clothes, leaving his bare chest on full display, as Jacaerys openly stared with lust. Following his instincts, Jacaerys quickly lunged towards Aegon, grabbing him by the back of his neck, as he pulled him down for another hungry kiss.
His other hand unconsciously wandered to Aegon’s chest, as he felt his beating heart, their tongues desperately battling each other, when he felt Aegon’s hands tugging on his tunic, prompting them to break the kiss so he could pull it completely off. His hands grabbed the edge of Jacaerys’ small clothes and swiftly pulled it off, flinging it behind him, as Jacaerys saw his chance and pushed Aegon onto his back. Aegon’s eyes widened in surprise at the force, when his gaze locked onto Jacaerys’ hand sliding down to the edge of his trousers, as Jacaerys brought his face closer to the bulge, with a teasing smile.
“This seems awfully familiar, only it was the other way around,” Jacaerys teasingly mocked, as he pressed his cheek onto his clothed cock, with his eyes locked onto Aegon’s, making sure he was watching him. He felt a surge of excitement, when he realized he was now in control, as he hooked his finger into his trousers and slowly pulled the garment down, revealing his hard cock. The tip flushed a dark red, as it rested against a thin patch of platinum hair, almost blending with his pale skin.
“You’re welcome to have a taste, if you’re daring enough,” Aegon offered, as Jacaerys stared at his length, admiring the thickness, as he couldn’t help but compare it to his own. Shaking off his nerves, Jacaerys’ renewed determination prompted him to lean down and tentatively lick at the tip with his tongue. The heady taste didn’t disgust him, so he decided to flatten his tongue, as he licked a fat strip up his length, before enclosing his mouth at the tip, mimicking the motions he had witnessed at the brothel.
“For a first timer, you’re doing surprisingly well,” Aegon sighed, as he resisted the urge to take control and instead allowed Jacaerys to continue at his own pace, even though his self-restraint was bordering on snapping due to his impatience.
“I’m a quick learner,” Jacaerys boasted, as Aegon’s compliment encouraged him to place his lips on his cockhead, before parting his lips, sinking down about halfway, before pulling his head back. As it was still his first time, Jacaerys was being mindful not to graze the sensitive body part with his teeth, knowing that Aegon would likely scold him. He settled into a slow rhythm, as he listened to the shift in Aegon’s breathing and placed his hand at the base of his cock, before pulling off to give his slightly aching jaw a break. Aegon rose into a sitting position, as he placed his hand underneath Jacaerys’ chin, lifting his head so he could taste himself on his lips.
“Nyke gōntan daor ivestragon ao naejot keligon (I did not tell you to stop),” Aegon muttered after disconnecting their lips, as Jacaerys’ eagerness to please him spurred him to swiftly lower his mouth back onto his cock and quickly engulfed his aching length. Aegon smirked at the welcoming wet heat, before his eyes traced Jacaerys’ milky back, noticing his rather trim waist, till he focused on his clothed rounded butt. His hand slightly ruffled Jacaerys’ dark mop of hair, before drifting down along his bare back, as he slipped it underneath his breeches and squeezed a handful of his butt cheek. Jacaerys moaned in response, as Aegon continued to knead the soft mound, before lightly brushing a finger against his hole.
“Gods, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you,” Aegon growled, as his mind clouded with the desire to take him, when Jacaerys raised his head followed by a resounding pop, as he locked eyes with him.
“You still haven’t given me a gift for my name day,” Jacaerys teased, as his eyes filled with mirth.
“Where are my manners, allow me,” Aegon pulled away and with practiced ease he quickly stripped himself of his trousers, as he indicated for Jacaerys to lie down. Filled with giddiness at the prospect of receiving Aegon’s attention, Jacaerys crawled over and lied his head against the pillow, while his heart thudded against his ribcage in anticipation of his touch. Meanwhile, Aegon’s self-control was being tested, as he decided to forgo taking things slow and ran his fingers teasingly down the center of Jacaerys’ chest, causing him to shudder, till he stopped at the edge of his trousers.
“I will show you what it feels like to truly be desired,” Aegon declared, before immediately tugging off Jacaerys’ breeches in one go, revealing his ivory legs. His hand grabbed Jacaerys’ cock, as he swallowed his length without hesitation even though it was his first time. He’s received plenty of pleasures through a woman’s mouth and was rather confident he could utilize his experiences to please another man. Besides, the regular visits to numerous brothels also helped, as he was no stranger to witness the acts of men coupling with one another. Jacaerys moaned as his cock became surrounded by the wet heat, while his eyes slipped shut and his hand naturally grabbed onto Aegon’s head, twisting into his platinum locks.
“I take it back, your skills with your tongue aren’t forgetful,” Jacaerys panted, as his eyes rolled in pleasure, when Aegon utilized both his mouth and hand at the same time on his throbbing length. Aegon’s gaze flickered up, wanting to see his face in the throes of pleasure and he wasn’t left disappointed, when he managed to catch him rolling his eyes.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Jacaerys choked out in warning. Aegon swiftly pulled away in response, not wanting to finish things before they even started. Jacaerys whines at the lack of contact, unashamed of how embarrassingly fast he approached his peak, as the impending pressure of finally being able to release was intentionally ripped away from him. He snapped his eyes open in frustration, as he furrowed his brow in annoyance only for Aegon to stand up and walk over to a large wooden chest in the room.
“Why did you do that?” Jacaerys groaned, as he tried to regain his breath, after his body was pulled strung like a bow, only there was no satisfying release.
“My patience is running thin and I’m hungry for my desert instead,” Aegon reasoned, as he pulled open the lid, searching inside for something, before pulling out a glass vial of liquid in his hand and slamming the chest closed.
“What’s that for?” Jacaerys curiously asked, when Aegon kneeled in front of him and used his hand to pull his leg open without resistance, as he settled himself in between his thighs.
“Oil. It’ll help with stretching you out,” Aegon informed, as Jacaerys nervously swallowed, his gaze locked onto the bottle, while Aegon removed the embellished top and proceeded to pour some of the liquid onto his fingers.
“You do realize how it works right? At least in principle, where I’m going to put my cock and all that,” Aegon enquired with a raised brow, wondering how much he knew about the coupling process between two men.
“Of course, I do. I’m not a complete idiot. How do you know so much about it anyway, thought you were only interested in fucking the most gorgeous cunts,” Jacaerys taunted, using his own uncle’s words against him.
“I did. But it also pays to just simply watch everyone. You certainly had your fun, watching that sword swallower pleasure a cock with his mouth,” Aegon smugly responded, as he placed the bottle on the floor, beside the mattress and turned his attention back onto Jacaerys’ naked form.
“Will it be painful?” Jacaerys anxiously blurted, as his gaze flickered from Aegon’s fingers spreading the substance onto each digit, to his amethyst gaze, darkened with pure desire for him.
“Not if I prepare you first. Sepār paghagon (Just breathe),” Aegon informed, as he brought his slickened fingers to Jacaerys’ entrance, spreading the substance as Jacaerys gasped at the foreign sensation of the cold substance.
“Do you normally do this when lying with a woman?” Jacaerys curiously asked, as he tried to distract his mind from having an object entering him.
“Depends, sometimes they just want a good fuck, others want to be treated like a Lady,” Aegon claimed, as he proceeded to push his index finger inside.
“Which one do you prefer?” Jacaerys wondered, while his face scrunched in response to the sudden intrusion, as the digit continued to push inside causing him discomfort.
“Why have one when you can have both. I prefer to fuck them and turn them into needy whores first, then worship them as I bring them to orgasm,” Aegon revealed, as his finger sunk into the enveloping heat, till it reached the knuckle. He focused on Jacaerys’ facial expression, searching for signs of pain, before shifting his attention back to preparing him, as he withdrew his finger and thrusted it back inside.
“What if they’re not interested?” Jacaerys asked, he heard whisperings about his uncle’s exploits with the maiden staff, some speculated that he gave the girls no choice in the matter, but he refused to believe that Aegon would resort to rape. That was not the boy he remembered in his youth.
“Then I don’t do it. I’m not a savage, despite what people like to gossip about me,” Aegon firmly stated, putting any doubts Jacaerys had to rest. He crooked his finger upwards, brushing against a spongy texture, causing Jacaerys to jolt in surprise at the unexpected tingling sensation.
“Seven hells, what was that?” Jacaerys exclaimed, while Aegon wickedly grinned and proceeded to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves, as Jacaerys gasped when his body shivered in pleasure.
“That was your sweet spot,” Aegon smirked, when he pressed another finger inside with little resistance, as he used Jacaerys’ distracted state to continue with the preparation process. A small moan slipped out, when Aegon spread his fingers to stretch out the tight entrance, before deliberately pressing into his sweet spot evoking a louder moan to spill out, as he squeezed his eyes shut at the intense feeling.
“Tell me how it feels,” Aegon muttered, his gaze locked onto Jacaerys’ face in the throes of pleasure, eager to see his nephew fall apart by his touch, as the blush painted across his cheeks bloomed down to his chest.
“My body feels so hot, it-it feels like I’m drowning in the heat, like I’m melting from the inside out,” Jacaerys panted, using every bit of willpower to string a sentence together, as he felt a slight burning sensation, indicating another finger was pressing inside to join the first two. His mouth opened in a silent scream, as the thrusts continued and his body tensed up, on the verge of reaching his peak, when Aegon stopped his ministrations and pulled his fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.
“Alright, that should be enough,” Aegon claimed, before hurriedly reaching over and pouring more oil into his hand and wrapped it around his length, slicking himself to make the glide easier. He grabbed his length, rubbing the tip against his entrance in attempts to ease Jacaerys’ anxiety, before applying more pressure to guide the tip inside. Jacaerys tried to focus on his breathing while he felt the initial stretch, followed by a stinging sensation, as Aegon’s cock penetrated him. Aegon managed to reach half way when he heard a hiss, causing him to stop.
“Fuck! It hurts,” Jacaerys managed to choke out, once he felt Aegon stop moving.
“Jace, you need to relax,” Aegon reminded, only infuriating him further, as his lower half burned at the breach.
“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one having a cock shoved up your ass,” Jacaerys gritted out. Aegon’s hand immediately wrapped around his half hard cock, as he stroked his length to full hardness in attempts to distract him from the pain. Jacaerys moaned at the attention to his neglected length, as Aegon continued to press inside, creating a dull sense of pleasure and pain. Aegon glances down, as he watched the last inch of his cock disappear into the warm cavern, letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling of Jacaerys’ insides clamping down onto him.
“Okay, it’s in,” Aegon announced with a giddy smile.
“You lied to me, you said it would help but it didn’t do shit,” Jacaerys spat, as he glared at him, with tears pricking his eyes.
“Trust me, if I just shoved it in, you would be bleeding out,” Aegon bluntly retorted, as he placed his hands beside his head and leaned down, sealing his lips with a kiss to prevent another complaint. Their tongues tasted each other, as Aegon slowly raised his hips, before rolling forward, swallowing Jacaerys’ moans in the process. Jacaerys whines as his lungs burn for air, when he bites down on Aegon’s bottom lip, causing him to disconnect their lips allowing Jacaerys to gasp for air.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” Jacaerys panted, as Aegon continued to thrust into him in a slow pace to allow him time to adjust.
“I’ll take that as a compliment. You’re so fucking tight, I’m going to ruin you,” Aegon teased, while Jacaerys scrunched his face, as his body adapted to the foreign intrusion. Once the pain subsided Jacaerys rolled his eyes in frustration at the slow pace, wanting things to speed up due to his burning need for more.
“Aren’t you glad it’s not that cheap whore’s cock splitting you open. You still haven’t thanked me from stopping him,” Aegon snarled, his words dripping with contempt.
“I believe his cock was much bigger than yours. Maybe I should pay him a visit later,” Jacaerys mocked. Aegon saw red at the taunt, as he swiftly wrapped his pale fingers around Jacaerys’ throat, applying enough pressure to cut off his air flow in warning.
“Don’t even think about it. Just because his cock is bigger doesn’t mean he knows how to fucking use it,” Aegon seethed, as Jacaerys struggled to breathe, while his cock twitched in intrigue at the aggressive side of Aegon. His eyes slightly rolled, before Aegon released the pressure allowing his vision to focus, but still continued to press his hand against his neck. Jacaerys smirked in satisfaction at successfully drawing out the fire he knew resided in his uncle, before biting his lip in contemplation on how to provoke him to finally fuck him.
“I’m hearing a lot of promises, but I’m not getting much. If you want me to see stars, then I want you to fuck me like a whore, I’m not going to break.,” Jacaerys boldly stated. Aegon smirked at the fire in his heated gaze, as he leaned away firmly grabbing his slim hips, before increasing the rhythm of his thrusts. Jacaerys moaned as the thrusts suddenly reached his sweet spot and his hands gripped onto the sheets, while he locked his legs around Aegon’s waist by his ankles. Snapping his eyes open he focused on the perspiration adorning Aegon’s pale chest, before flickering to his passionate gaze, when he felt the overwhelming urge to kiss Aegon. He reached out with his arms outstretched, as Aegon willingly complied and leaned down, allowing him to wrap his arms around him, bringing him down to crash their lips together in a fiery kiss.
“You feel so good,” Jacaerys whispered against his lips, before quickly kissing him again, while he dragged his nails down his back, most likely leaving marks, as he tried to ground himself in the drowning waves of pleasure. Aegon pulled away, quickly descending to his neck and planting wet kisses there instead, as Jacaerys choked out a moan, while one hand tangled into his hair, gripping onto the long silvery strands. Aegon’s mouth continued downwards till he reached his right nipple, swallowing the small nub as his tongue swirled around the sensitive nerves.
“Aegon, ah, harder,” Jacaerys whimpered, as his cock leaked precum onto his stomach. With a powerful thrust Aegon suddenly stopped, buried deep inside him, as Jacaerys furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Why did you stop?” Jacaerys pouted, causing Aegon’s stomach to flutter at the adorable sight.
“Want to try a different position?” Aegon suggested, waiting for a response, before Jacaerys nodded in agreement. Aegon slipped out, as he directed Jacaerys to go on his hands and knees, before grabbing his waist and sinking back into the familiar wet heat. His hands gripped onto his waist, as he carefully thrusted inside, before eventually setting a punishing pace, as Jacaerys moaned loudly in pleasure at his carnal desires being fulfilled. His hands quickly gave way as he buried his face into the pillow in attempts to muffle his voice, as he realized someone could’ve heard him. Aegon’s hands grabbed and kneaded his ass, while his back arched at the overwhelming pleasure when he thrusted into his sweet spot.
“Now you know my favorite position,” Aegon panted, as he listened to his muffled moans, which encouraged him to lean down and press himself against Jacaerys’ back, to hear him better while he pounded into him.
“I could fuck your cunt every day and it still wouldn’t be enough,” Aegon whispered into Jacaerys’ flushed ear. He proceeded to press kisses at the back of his neck, before deciding he wanted to hear his moans of pleasure better. He slips his hand into his wavy brown locks, grabbing onto his hair, as he pulled his head out of the pillow, while Jacaerys quickly bit his lip in embarrassment.
“Oh no you don’t. Jaelan naejot rȳbagon ao Jace (I want to hear you Jace). Let me hear your pretty moans,” Aegon demanded, as he twisted his head to place a firm kiss onto his mouth, encouraging him to open up, before swiftly sucking on his tongue, while he continued to thrust deeply into him. Jacaerys broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected their lips before disappearing, as his foggy brain recalled Aegon’s words.
“Gods, everyday…you’re insatiable,” Jacaerys panted out, while the friction against his cock caused him to grip onto the pillow and squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure. Aegon’s firm grip tightened onto his soft locks, as Jacaerys lowered his head onto the pillow, facing the side to allow small gasps of air to escape.
“You say that, but your cunt tightened around my cock. Bet you would take my cock so well every day, just like the good boy you are,” Aegon teased.
“Aegon!” Jacaerys groaned out, feeling more turned on at the praise, as Aegon smirked in satisfaction that he didn’t have the will to deny it.
“You’re close?” Aegon enquired, as his body dampened with sweat at their shared body heat.
“Yes, right there…keep fucking me,” Jacaerys moaned. Aegon placed a chaste kiss on his shoulder, before leaning away and pulling out once again. He swiftly flipped a dazed Jacaerys onto his back, before grabbing his thighs and immediately guided himself back into him with a harsh thrust. Aegon’s eyes focused on Jacaerys’ face, as tears started to roll down his flushed cheeks and the sound of his moans spurred him to set a relentless pace.
“Fuck, I hate you’re so good at this,” Jacaerys blurted out, as his stomach tensed and his hand reached down, grabbing his drooling length as he stroked himself, chasing his high.
“I’m honored to show you the art of the flesh,” Aegon retorted, as his hand wrapped around Jacaerys’ wrist, ripping his hand away from his cock only to replace it with his own. He stroked his length, rubbing his thumb at the tip of his cock taking advantage of the sensitive head, as his hips stuttered due to his own rising high.
“Aegon!” Jacaerys cried out in warning, as he lifted his hips while his toes curled, knowing he was close to reaching his peak.
“Keep your eyes open. Ao kostagon ivestragī jikagon sir (You can let go now),” Aegon directed, as Jacaerys fought against the urge to close his eyes. The full force of his orgasm hit him, while he kept his eyes locked onto Aegon’s intense gaze before his vision slightly blurred. His mouth opened letting out a watery moan, as he felt the warm substance paint across his stomach. Aegon watched in fascination, focusing on Jacaerys’ glossed over eyes while he finally released, the sticky white liquid spilling down his hand and onto Jacaerys’ pale stomach.
Aegon rolled his eyes and groaned, as the convulsions tightened around his sensitive member, before eventually spilling his seed into the warm embrace. Jacaerys’ breath hitched as he felt the warmth spread, before feeling the softening member slowly pull out, leaving him feeling empty. His thighs uncontrollably trembled at the sensation, as the aftermath of his intense orgasm still lingered. Jacaerys tried to catch his breath, as he watched Aegon lick his fingers clean, before he started to panic at the loss of control he was experiencing over his legs, once the haze of his orgasm slightly cleared.
“Why are my legs shaking?” Jacaerys asked in alarm. Surprisingly, Aegon continued to hold his legs, before instinctively pressing a kiss against his trembling thigh to reassure him.
“Relax Jace. It’s a normal reaction after experiencing intense pleasure. It’s basically your body saying how good it felt getting fucked,” Aegon smirked.
“Well fuck, is it always this intense?” Jacaerys huffed, as the shaking in his legs slowed into a twitch.
“It depends on the person. Some people are more sensitive to touch then others,” Aegon informed, as he reached over to his discarded small clothes and proceeded to wipe the mess on Jacaerys’ stomach. He gently cleaned his softened cock, as Jacaerys hissed in oversensitivity, before he finally stopped and glanced down at his exposed entrance, watching a pearl of cum drip down from his clenching hole.
“I’m going to have to finger you again,” Aegon bluntly stated.
“What for, I can already feel it leaking out,” Jacaerys huffed in confusion.
“Have to clean you out properly, otherwise you would blame me in the morrow for not treating you like a princess. Besides, riding on dragon back with cum leaking out would make for a rather uncomfortable journey,” Aegon claimed.
“Fine. Can’t believe you finished inside of me,” Jacaerys muttered in disbelief.
“I don’t see why you’re complaining, at least you won’t get pregnant,” Aegon shrugged, before slipping a finger inside to push the cum out, while using his small clothes to wipe away the sticky mess, as a small gasp slipped past Jacaerys’ lips.
“Which is exactly my point,” Jacaerys retorted, as he waited for Aegon to finish cleaning him up. Now that he thought about it, it was a kind gesture of Aegon to take care of him, as he could’ve simply gone straight to bed, leaving him to deal with the discomfort.
“And yet you still submitted to me, because you enjoyed it,” Aegon smugly taunted, before discarding the soiled garment, as he walked over to blow the candles out and padded back over to the mattress. He laid down, facing Jacaerys before proceeding to pull the blanket over their naked forms.
“Beri nyke (Lucky me). So, what should I refer to you as, unfortunately the Lord of Flea Bottom has already been claimed. Lord of the Flesh sounds quite appealing or maybe the Insatiable Prince seems more fitting,” Jacaerys sassed with a teasing smirk, as his body welcomed the warmth of the blanket, concealing his nakedness from the cool air.
“You can jest all you want, but you can’t deny that the years of studying paid off. While you focused on court politics and swordsmanship, I’ve already mastered the hidden pleasures of the body, something that you still have a lot to learn about my sweet prince,” Aegon confidently stated.
“If you’re expecting me to beg you for lessons, I’m throwing your naked ass out,” Jacaerys light-heatedly threatened, causing Aegon to chuckle in response.
“Like I said, I’m not an idiot foolish nephew. After all, we’re Targaryen’s Jace, we take what we want and after having a taste, there’s nothing to stop us from having more. You and I are ruled by fire and blood, it’s only natural you will come back for more. A rogue dragon shouldn’t live in chains,” Aegon reasoned, as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“You sound so sure, but we both know it’s only going to get more complicated,” Jacaerys solemnly whispered, as the heavy implication darkened the mood.
“It doesn’t have to be, not unless we do something about it. Our fates are not set in stone, tonight is proof of this. I don’t want to go back to being strangers again, not after knowing we can be like this,” Aegon smiled, as he reached over to fondly brush a lock of hair behind his ear.
“Me too. The first couple of years was lonely. I mean I had my brother and my family, but it just wasn’t the same as before. I really missed you, Aegon,” Jacaerys poured out his heart, not knowing when they would meet again and if it would be under difficult circumstances. Despite how upsetting it was to hear, Aegon couldn’t help but also feel relieved that he wasn’t the only one struggling with the harsh separation.
“As much as I indulged myself in such activities, ever since that night when you all left, I feel like I’ve been locked in the dark. Lost in the shadows,” Aegon thoughtfully revealed. Jacaerys’ heart ached at the knowledge that they both suffered in solitude, whilst trying to perform their duties and bare the burdens of their family expectations, with the looming threat of a civil war on the horizon. His chest tightened at the terrifying thought, but as he continued to stare into Aegon’s hopeful gaze, he could only hope that this fated meeting happened for a reason.
“We should get some rest, mother will be expecting me early in the morrow,” Jacaerys muttered, before breaking eye contact and turning to face the wall to prevent an emotional outburst, about his feelings that he wasn’t ready yet to confess. Aegon naturally slipped his arm around Jacaerys’ waist, as a small smile graced his lips, when he felt Aegon pressing himself close to his body, as the two dragons savored the last moments before the inevitable farewell.